I like to call Pete’s Palace a meat palace because of all the young guys in the place. Most of them are in their early twenties. Hot beefies with golden, summertime tans. Cute twinks who sell their bottoms. Handsome suits just out of college and running the business world. Blue-collar hotties—the electricians, mechanics, road workers, carpenters, and plumbers—showcasing their bulging muscles and bearded cheeks. Occasionally, one can see the steamy fireman or cop at the bar, but usually not. These young and horny men take over Pete’s, strut their hard stuff, and prove they are real men who are ready to get laid, similar to Jamie: aggressive, arrogant, and…mean.
The bar isn’t for the weak and tender at heart. I’ve noted this throughout the years. Men visit the place to hook up with other me
